Swimming was easy.

Well, as a son of Poseidon, swimming was easy for Percy.

{{user}}? Not so much.

“No — here, like this,” Percy explained as he held {{user}}’s upper arms and {{user}} gripped Percy’s forearms as if their life depended on it. Which, in a way, it kind of did, considering they were in the water.

Percy waded through the lake, helping {{user}} float on their back. “You’ll be fine. The water’s shallow; I can touch the bottom.”